The Vampire King was still inspecting the large runic formation in the heart of his castle when a raven suddenly flew into the chamber and perched upon his shoulder.
Hearing the creature's words, a dark frown appeared on Jacob's pale face.
For a moment, he said nothing.
His cold crimson eyes remained fixed on the runic formation, but the faint tightening of his jaw revealed the irritation building within him.
Four of his Generals had been killed.
In a single night.
Four powerful vampires who had served him for centuries had been slain by one Magus!
Jacob's eyes turned colder than ever before. It was not grief that stirred within him. It was pure anger. And beneath that fury was something even more unpleasant…
Annoyance.
How could four of his Generals have been killed so easily?
Had they become complacent?
Had they underestimated their opponent?
Or had they simply been incompetent?
"Tsk."
Whatever the reason, their deaths were an embarrassment.
